Janice leaned into the hot water that sprayed against her skin. It felt good as it washed away the sweat from her workout and massaged the sore muscles underneath. Faint wisps of chlorine rose up through the streamers of water. Jumping into the gym's hot tub was one thing, but it was nothing compared to the shower in her condo.

Rivulets of water traced along her body, teasing the edges of her breasts and dribbling down the plane of her abdomen to tickle her pussy hairs. Just as pale as the ones on her head, she was a natural platinum blonde and proud of it. If she wasn't obsessed with earning her job with skill instead of looks, she could have been up on the catwalk with her sister.

Marion had suggested it more than once. As twins, they would have made a killing in fashion. They would be the stars of the parties for years.

But looks fade and Janice knew that Marion wasn't saving up nearly enough to handle the inevitable fall from the public eye. Janice had tried to the modeling gigs when she was a teenager but when she had been encouraged into self-destructive behavior, she managed to pry herself free and find a real job using real skills.

Sighing, she ran her hand along her hard nipples. A real job made it hard to get laid. No doubt Marion would be cock-deep in some underwear model right now. The stories she told were enough fuel to keep Janice wet for months but there was something about the drunken recollection about a threesome with a senator-elect than actually experiencing it.

Holding up her long hair over her forearm, she finished rinsing it out before letting it splat against her back. With two hands free, she lowered her fingers down to the valley of her sex and ran her fingertips along the furrow. The tiny hairs clung to her digits as she stroked back and forth, clearing it out so she could rub her sensitive clitoris with slow, steady strokes.

Pleasure flooded through her. She moaned. With one hand stroking her nipple, she dug deeper into her sex until her finger was wetly sliding around the curve of her sex and plunging deep into the tight depths of her sex.

The errant thoughts of Duncan rose up. More specifically, his large hands that she spotted while he was holding his tablets. He had beautiful fingers, ones that would feel good sliding into her pussy. She could almost imagine him curling them up inside her to bump against her g-spot.

A gasp echoed against the walls of the shower. Smiling, she stroked harder as she imagined Duncan in the shower with her, on his knees with one finger plunging into her sex while his other held her buttock tightly.

Pleasure surged inside her. She stamped one foot to the side and focused on plunging into her cunt, driving her fingers knuckle-deep into her sex until her imagination-fueled orgasm sparked inside her.

Gasping, she gripped the side of the shower as she shook violently. Each wave of pleasure cracked against her senses, a hard wave of sensation that took control of her limbs. Shuddering, she moaned and clawed at her breast, digging her fingertips into the sensitive flesh to prolong the pleasure.

Too soon, the orgasm faded. She leaned against the shower to catch her breast. Lifting her finger up, she sniffed at the slightly tangy smell before washing it carefully cling. Her pussy lips were sore but she made sure to soap and clean them carefully before getting out.

She pulled up her hair, applied some moisturizer, and then headed toward her bedroom to find her favorite sleeping shirt. Already the smells of the lasagna in the oven flooded through the condo and her stomach rumbled with anticipation. She just needed a sexy movie and a glass of wine and her night would be complete.

“… and probably a good man to fuck,” she muttered to herself.

Something sharp smacked into her back, right above the small of her back.

Janice let out a gasp and tried to reach it.

Her world exploded into agony as electricity surged through her body. Her jaw clamped shut, nipping the tip of her tongue with the force. With blood flooding her mouth, she lost all control of her body and collapsed on the ground with a painful thump.

“You're in luck,” Melody said as she stepped over Janice. She had a hard voice as she pulled the trigger on her taser again and sent another bolt of electricity tearing through her victim. “I might even have some men in mind.”

Janice tried to scream out but her body wouldn't move. Only the rapid clicking of the taser and her shaking body seem to make any noise over her rapidly beating heart. Tears poured from her face as she tried to to reach out but her muscles kept clenching into painful hardness.

“Don't worry, the pain will fade soon enough.” Melody chuckled as she knelt down next to Janice. She wore thick boots and had on rubber knee pads. In fact, it looked like she was wearing tactical gear.

Janice saw a flash of a syringe in the corner of her eye. She tried to roll back but her slim body only trembled.

A sharp pain blossomed in the side of her neck, then another. “Don't worry, it's going to be all better now,” Melody said with another chuckle. She reached down and clamped her mouth over Janice's. Her fingers dug into the side of the poor woman's jaw to hold it still.

“It just takes a few seconds for… to kick… in….”